Chapter 102 One song can be called a god, the national style ceiling

Author: Cat Pear

Chapter 102 One song can be called a god, the national style ceiling

【102, A song of the Gods, National Style Ceiling】

“It’s so beautiful, so shocking!”

Off the stage, director Feng Gangpao looked fascinated.

Although he had read the lyrics for a long time, after hearing Su Qingyun singing live, his scalp was still numb.

Divine Comedy!

Master Su is just awesome!

Feng Gangpao was a little proud.

If these people know, this song "Blue and White Porcelain" was written by Su Qingyun on the way!

It took a few minutes!

Not letting these people fall off on the spot!!!

At the same time, Wang Fanjing's face looked very ugly.

Just like a big girl who was wronged, she looked at Su Qingyun who was freely swaying on the stage with a depressed look on her face.

The baby is so sad, the baby can’t tell you if he has any pain!

Is this still a human being? This is simply a monster!

They are all humans, with one nose and two eyes. How does their brain grow?

His song was created by the company!

The songs specially invited Master Lin Xi and Master Huang Zhan to spend several months polishing can be said to be a perfect work!

Originally, this song was not prepared for the Spring Festival Gala.

But for his new album!

However, I suddenly received an invitation from the Spring Festival Gala!

He was about to take this song and knock on the door of the Spring Festival Gala.

Who would have thought that Su Qingyun was also an ancient song?

As soon as this song "Blue and White Porcelain" was released, other ancient songs were all pale and eclipsed.

The audience's eyes were so bright that they didn't care about Wang Fanjing's face now that he had turned black and purple.

Applause thunder, screams, and cheers came one after another.

Su Qingyun's elegant voice had completely conquered everyone.

Front row.

Mr. Qian Muwen stood up excitedly and applauded fiercely.

"Okay, that's great."

“This is the best national style song I have ever heard so far!”

"When I hear this song, I feel like I'm in a small town in Jiangnan with fireworks in March, pink and green willows, pink walls and black tiles."

"As soon as I closed my eyes, I seemed to see a smiling woman on the shore of the wet bluestone slab. The most beautiful thing is not appearance, but mood, bright and clear, like a clear pond beside her, a pool of wrinkled spring water

ah!"

"This song, in terms of artistic conception, is like a misty rain ink and water in the south of the Yangtze River. As the water and clouds sing, you can vaguely see the white clothes and plain sleeves flying in the skirts."

"On the words and sentences, it is a simple heart paper written in the window with its ends. The twists and turns of the pen are just because the heart is like a double silk screen, with thousands of knots in it."

"In terms of tune, it is like the mountain springs and streams flowing quietly on the stones in the breeze, which are clear, translucent and winding, and endless."

"This song of blue and white porcelain that never fades is the best in the national style music. It is a song that has become a god and has become a monument in the Chinese music scene!"

The old man is worthy of being a cultural person. His comments and poetic language express everyone's voice.

"My friend Su, I'm very curious. What made you create such a divine song?"

Su Qingyun thought for a while and said slowly:

"Because the blood of Chinese culture flows in my bones."

Qian Muwen was slightly stunned and then smiled relieved:

"As soon as Su Xiaoyou's song appears, more people will feel the beauty of the national style and make more people fall in love with traditional culture. It is of great merit."

After Qian Muwen finished commenting, the thirty professional judges behind him couldn't help it.

One of the judges stood up and said no stingy:

"Just purely based on the beauty of lyrics, this song should be the number one in the Chinese music scene! No one can surpass it within thirty years!"

Another middle-aged judge also said:

"Agree. In my personal opinion, Su Qingyun's beauty in Chinese writing is not inferior to Li Shangyin and Li Yu, who are extremely beautiful."

At this time, Zhang Weijun, who had not spoken, finally couldn't help it.

He admitted that this song "Blue and White Porcelain" is so wonderful!

However, he was prejudiced against Su Qingyun, which made him unable to stand down and praise Su Qingyun.

He wanted to pick the bones in the eggs, and finally he discovered a small problem.

"Ahem... This song is indeed beautifully written, but I want to point out a problem."

"The sky is blue and waiting for mist and rain, and I am waiting for you. What does this sentence mean? For some reason, rhyming for the sake of rhyme destroys the beauty of this song."

However, Su Qingyun sneered, glanced at Zhang Weijun indifferently, and said:

"This sentence is very particular, but I didn't write it casually! If you read enough books, you wouldn't ask such ignorant questions."

"If you don't believe me, go and ask Mr. Qian Muwen."

Hearing this, Zhang Weijun looked at Qian Muwen with a dark face and said:

"Old Qian, am I wrong?"

Qian Muwen explained:

"The sky is blue waiting for mist and rain, and I am waiting for you! This sentence can be said to be extremely high in seconds!"

"In ancient times, people burned glaze, and it was difficult to burn sky blue. It had to wait until it rained. The temperature and humidity were just right, so the most beautiful sky blue color could come out."

"That's why the sky is blue and wait for misty rain, but you don't know when it will rain, so you have to wait!"

"Same, you don't know when your partner will appear, you can only wait with your life."

"But there must be a moment when you happen to be there and she just happened to come. So your most beautiful sky blue color appeared!"

After hearing Qian Muwen's words, Zhang Weijun felt ashamed of his old face. As for the others, they were all fascinated by the cultural heritage behind it.

"Wow, I didn't expect that the lyrics contained such a profound culture!"

"Su Qingyun is really talented and has too much cultural heritage!"

They all looked at Su Qingyun with admiration, especially the young ladies, and they all agreed to their hearts.

In the back row, a beautiful judge stood up and confessed to Su Qingyun:

"There is nothing else in Baicha Qinghua, I'm waiting for you even if I'm waiting for the wind."

"Su Qingyun, I'm willing to wait for you, do you like me?"

A song was sung to the beautiful judges to confess their love on the spot!

I'm afraid that this is not enough to stop it!

The beautiful judge also made the audience start to stir up!

Thunderous applause!

A shocking scream!

A boiling cry!

"Together, together, together!"

"Hahahaha, Su Qingyun was confessed to her, kiss one, kiss one."

After four or five minutes, the joyful atmosphere slowly subsided.

Feng Gangpao quickly came on stage and shouted at the audience with a microphone:

"Everyone said, is this song "Blue and White Porcelain" so good?"

Hearing this, everyone at the scene shouted in unison: "It sounds good."

After listening to the audience's answers, Feng Gangpao also began to blow the rainbow fart:

"Su Qingyun's poem "Blue and White Porcelain" was written in front of me."

"I knew this song was going to be popular at first sight!"

"It's so beautiful, it's so beautiful!"

"Let us thank Su Qingyun again with warm applause."

Wow!

There was another burst of explosive applause, and it took a full minute before the atmosphere at the scene slowly declined.

"Okay, now it's the most important part. Now I'll ask thirty professional musicians to rate this blue and white porcelain."

"Let's wait and see how many points this blue and white porcelain can get!"
Chapter completed!